Pavel Andreievich Chekov is three years old when his mother, flustered and absentminded, accidentally leaves a space program on in the living room.
He watches the screen with fascination—this is unlike any of the animated shows on the children's channel that he usually watches. He doesn't understand all the big words the narrator uses, but her voice—speaking in measured, calm Russian—soothes him. And he understands enough of what she's saying to know that the images on the screen are stars. Actual stars. He had no idea they were so big, and so many different colors! When his mom came back in, realized what little Pasha was watching, and quickly reached to change it back to the children's channel, he begs her to leave the "star show" on.
That night, he toddles up to his window and looks up at the stars dotting the night sky. Could there really be big, flaming red ones and tiny, hot blue ones? They all look white from here.
Maybe someday he'll go up to a star and see it for himself, he thinks sleepily to himself as he climbs into bed.
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Shining Star: A Pavel Chekov Fanfiction
FanfictionPavel Chekov is three years old when his mother leaves a space program on in the living room. He is seventeen years old when he is assigned to the Enterprise. This is the story of everything that happens in between. (Cross-posted to AO3 under the sa...
